She witnessed
Each day
Each night
Time
Like silk
Laughter
Like blisters
Fears
Like tumours
Shouting
Cheering
Screaming
Intended or not
Ash
For her crypts
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HorrorThat is to say, downhill. Ever beneath. Time fades. Hop, skip, jump. Hide and seek. Scatter, like mice. Things were planted here, and soon they'll grow. No tears, little one. Red doesn't always mean danger. They've all had their tumbles, and learn...
